Chapter 704

Under normal circumstances, it is time for the guests who have had dinner to return to the audience to enjoy the evening Aftershow. If you add in some people who want to go to the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade village for two drinks, there should be an endless stream of people at the school gate.

But now, the originally spacious front door of Hogwarts has been completely blocked by a large group of unknown black robed wizards.

"Who are those people? They seem to have an 'ominous' feeling..."

"Yes! Look at them standing there without saying a word for more than ten minutes. It seems a little unkind?"

"Have those guys not moved since ten minutes ago? It feels like a statue..."

"They blocked the door so that we couldn't get in... Does anyone want to ask?"

"Er... You go..."

Yes, since just now, it has fallen into the situation of "people outside can't get in and people inside can't get out". It's just that those people don't look easy to provoke. Although most of the surrounding people are dissatisfied, no one wants to be a leading bird.

Therefore, when the black robed believers did not take the initiative to make trouble for the time being, Hogwarts's school gate was barely maintained at a certain "peace" balance point.

However, the so-called balance point will always be broken.

In fact, some careful onlookers noticed more or less - the group of silent black robed wizards did not move from beginning to end, but the white robed old man who looked like the leader in front of them felt uneasy.

Many people can find that his hands are trembling slightly and his breathing is very hard. That kind of feeling, as if the muscles of the whole body were tightened up, there was an unspeakable sense of tension.

Of course, there are six children here in addition to the black robed believer and the old prophet. It can be seen that at the moment, the children have temporarily lost consciousness and are held in their hands by six believers.

It was already late at night. The sunset sank from the mountain in the west to the other side of the earth, and the moon had already hung on the sky wall in the East. There are not many clouds blocking everyone's sight tonight. Looking up in the mountains where Hogwarts castle is located, the stars have occupied the sky saying goodbye to the sun.

Suddenly, the buzzing murmur under the starry sky suddenly disappeared, and this was only because the old man in white took a cold step forward and officially stepped into the campus of Hogwarts.

The guests around didn't know what he wanted to do, but even they could vaguely realize that something must be about to start.

"... successor of pain, you have arrived, then show up!"

This is an ancient Persian language, which was almost incomprehensible to the onlookers present. But of course, the old man didn't say it to them, as long as the person who should understand can understand it.

The voice dropped slightly, not far from the white robed old man... It was like a hand gently opened a transparent scarf. Maka's phantom body spell was quietly lifted, and his body shape was revealed.

There is no magic wave of the detecting nature. How other party knew he was here is still a mystery for moment.

However, I will not mention this point now.

In fact, although Maka has just arrived here, she has noticed some slight abnormalities of the old man. He could feel that the old man in front of him seemed calm, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared in his tone.

It's like... He's eagerly waiting for something, or... He's always afraid of something.

"'successor '... Well, maybe I'm what you call' painful successor '..."

Maka also spoke in ancient Persian. Although he has studied this language, he seldom uses its pronunciation, so his intonation is a little low and unnatural.

"I know you're here to make a 'deal' with me. And I have to admit that you're here soon... So, go ahead! How can I return those children to me?"

Maka has to stand here and wait for the other party to make an offer, because he really doesn't have any valuable cards at present.

The two black robed believers captured by him had been forced to read his memory, but he thought he would get something, but he found that not only the clues did not change, but the doubts increased further.

Because there was no memory in the heads of the two black robed believers, even scattered memory fragments.

You know, even if people move their hands and feet in the soul and make it start at a specific time to completely crush the memory, there will be memory fragments left. Even Maka hasn't figured out what kind of situation it is when a person has no memory at all.

Is it controlled by the old man in white? What kind of magic did the other party use - at least, he didn't find any magic traces for remote control from the two black robed believers.

Just as Maka glanced casually among the black robed believers behind the old man, his slightly dry lips moved slightly.

"Magic stone... And the dagger of pain."

The other party's eyes were covered in the shadow by his hood, and his voice was indifferent. Only his hands hanging on his side trembled slightly and didn't stop for a moment.

Maka was speechless when she heard it.

These two things, whether real or false, at least he had held them in his hand. However, they never really belonged to him.

The most important thing is that these two things are gone now, or even may not exist for a long time.

If he had more time, he might be able to find a way to make one or two fake things, and then try to set another set for the other party. It's just a pity that the old man didn't give him the chance to think.

"If I give them all to you, can you promise to return the six children to me intact?"

Although he didn't have what the other party wanted, from the current situation, it was obviously not a good situation of "he said he would believe without others". He was not so naive.

So

"Yes."

The white robed old man answered without hesitation and let Maka nod her head gently.

"Well, I can make this deal with you, but --" he continued after a pause, staring at each other calmly. "First of all, I must confirm the status of the children. I want to see that they are all normal."

As soon as Maka finished speaking, he saw the six black robed believers who controlled the children touch behind the children's ears.

Then, six pairs of eyes slowly opened their eyelids. The children looked around in confusion. When they found themselves in the middle of a group of strange guys, they immediately panicked.

It can be seen that they all want to leave there, but the left hands of the six black robed believers are tightly fastened on their young necks, so that they can't get away at all.

"Sister Hill -- little TAD -- Rosa -- uh --"

A voice mixed with surprise and worry sounded hastily in the crowd behind Maka, but it soon took it back.

"Good," Maka nodded again. "I'll get the magic stone and the pain dagger in three days, and then we'll finish the deal --"

"No."

What Maka needs most now is time. Up to now, he has experienced many things and encountered many problems. He believes that as long as he has time, he will be able to find the most practical and effective solution.

He managed to solve the desperate situation created by the ancient magic mirror. Can't he deal with the old man holding hostages in front of him now?

Yes, there are some strange things to deal with, but he doesn't think it will make him helpless.

However, even in just three days, the other party seems unwilling to wait at all. The white robed old man responded quickly and decisively, leaving no room.

"Right now, right now."

With the passage of time, Maka felt that the eagerness in each other's heart was constantly expanding. The palm in the old man's sleeve shook more, and not only that, this time even his voice was not as calm as at the beginning.

A strange sense of urgency grew between the two.

"I said, I'll get it for you in three days," Marca frowned. "You don't think I'll just take things like magic stone and pain dagger around at will? It also takes time... During this period, you can take the children back and wait, isn't that ok?"

Although he was a little anxious, he still had an impatient expression on his face. He knows that when negotiating, he should not be impatient, and the play should continue... After all, he doesn't have what the other party wants at all. If this point is exposed, the transaction will be equivalent to nonexistence.

However, the old man's sense of urgency undoubtedly made the transaction more and more unstable.

"I said, now!"

The sudden outburst of the other party confirmed what Maka said in advance - something is wrong!

The white robed old man seemed to be unable to suppress his emotions. Restlessness, anxiety, urgency and even fear poured out in his roar. Then he suddenly reached out and opened his hood, and a bald head was suddenly exposed in everyone's sight.

The other party looks like any old man who can be seen everywhere. There is nothing strange about his appearance, and his skin also has a typical relaxation and wrinkle of the old man.

Only the twisted expression on the old man's face was emitting a hysterical anger and despair.